here, you might need these!


(Dungeons and Dragons dice for role playing)



Great idea OP! Would love to play but just can't take the time.

ATS transponder:
Sorry just gutted your scout and took his transponder, ramen noodles, condoms and comic books..... this is a stick up... send out all your twinkies, dr pepper, and one large pack of batteries for my tic tac toe game or I unleash my pet zombies. Over.

( just joking, carry on... )

ATS Transponder: Hello? Hello? Coming in from the SE Rockies in southern Colorado. Everything's a little nuts in my small town. All communications have been cut for days. Just thought (for whatever reason) to check my PO BOX and found this. Hello? Hello? There are several survivors here. Hello? Anyone out there? ummm... Over.

Holds transponder hoping for... for anything.

ATS transponder: "Hey, West coast, Therian, good to see you alive and kicking. I am SE bound on the East coast, but it's good to hear from you."

I have had my own troubles. Power is not working in several towns I've gone thru, so gas is becoming a concern. I hit a Walgreens and CVS earlier, stocking up on pharmaceuticals. I grabbed cases of stock, all kinds of pills, from the -onols, to the -aprils, to the -dones. I have a laptop with the .pdf in it, and I have a 500 watt inverter in my four by four, enough to power my laptop, and pull up the PDR for identification. Anti-biotics and BP meds will be vital short term. I loaded the rest of my 4x4 with supplies.

Out of curiousity, I try to pull up the interwebs, but a no-go. No network connection found. The internet is down in my location.

I have my daughter with me, she is 15 this year, and a good shot with the .22 and scope. She takes out threats as we travel south, but many times we have come close to being overrun. I tell her to make her shots count, and as soon as we find a Wal-mart, we are going to take the risk and chance for ammo. We are down below the safe level for rounds, and this next stop is imperative. We are low on both ammo and gasoline, so we need to make this next hit count. Hopefully we roll in later at night, when the zombies are in bed, at least, that's my plan.

Originally posted by ElizaAshdene
ATS Transponder: Hello? Hello? Coming in from the SE Rockies in southern Colorado. Everything's a little nuts in my small town. All communications have been cut for days. Just thought (for whatever reason) to check my PO BOX and found this. Hello? Hello? There are several survivors here. Hello? Anyone out there? ummm... Over.

Holds transponder hoping for... for anything.

ATS transponder: "Hey, Southeast Rockies, we got you loud and clear. Please update us on your condition. We are waiting for late responders to coordinate layovers. Good to hear others are out there! Get the message out that we are trying to build a network of ATS survivors. That will help in finding safe layovers and camps. Over."

Waking up to his Dogs barking he nearly rolls off the burnt out House boat. His first reaction is of course to grab his familiar hunting rifle. This of course costs him valuable seconds as he looks towards another boat nearing his.. Wait no he doesn't hear motors running. His half conscious mind can't quite figure out what has happened and the voice he hears yelling at him seems blurred and unintelligible. Whats seems like years pass as he looks up at the Small man with what looks like a shotgun. Setting his own unloaded and still nondry gun down he raises his hands and hopes this is not the end of him.
A Slight relief washes over him as he notices a small girl staring at him from behind some curtains. Surely this man wouldn't kill him with his child watching. Its a very small hope one that slowly starts fading as he realizes if it was his daughter and a strange man showed up he wouldn't question events he would just fire.
Why hadn't this fool of man fired at him yet did he want his child hurt. The fog lifting from his head a slight bit realized the man was yelling in chinese or hmong. That was it he remembered the Lao refugees from back in 86. The government had given them minivans. The man and family must be of Hmong or Laos decent. Understanding this of course didn't help him one bit of course. Its amazing what runs through your head when your about to die. Would they eat his dogs he wondered as he waited for the blast to come. The damn rope must have gave way and he had floated towards the Damn he realized. Looking towards the front cleat or where it used to be he understood what had went wrong. The burnt hull was so badly damaged that the cleat finally just gave out and broke off leaving him to drift.
He wondered if he could get to his Knife fast enough.Something kept trying to force itself to the top of his head but these idiotic thoughts kept forcing them away. They probly wouldn't eat Deeks he was an older dog, to tough to eat. Poor Jericho would surely be their next dinner. Damn dogs should have woke him earlier anyways.I wonder if they will eat me, If they do I hope they choke on it. Well maybe not the little girl this isn't her fault. Maybe not any of them, Poor man is just trying to keep his family alive.
The man had stopped yelling at him and was talking to someone inside their boat. Why wasn't he shooting, Then it hit him, No shells? Another slim hope but Who knows Maybe just Maybe his luck hadn't ran out yet...

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Taking a chance he Nudged/kicked his small supply bag over, Hoping the Man would see the Oranges spill out. Keeping his hands in sight at all times he reached down slowly and stretched his hands towards the Man. The Oranges he had picked yesterday after Leaving Woodlake, They tasted fine of course and these last three were going to be his lunch. The situation of course had changed. When the Man still hadn't shot him he knew what the problem was. Still he wouldn't give the man any cause to prove him wrong. Tossing the Orange over towards the mans feet he watched it roll a little ways over the rolling deck before the young girl rushed out of her spot and grabbed for it. Startled cries came from inside and despite having the chance to reach the ruger I had recently aquired I simply smiled softly at the Man. My own daughter had not been strong enough to overcome the sickness. At least that is what her mother had called to tell me before she to passed.
Funny how these things come full circle. The man was a bit more calm now but hadn't fully lowered the double barrel shotgun. Deeks The resident Labrador had layed back down on the raft no longer concerned over my untimely demise. Jericho hadn't quite followed suit and was still growling slightly.. The burnt out hull of my boat softly started to grind against the Mans boat.
An Uneasy truce seemed to occur, Unspoken of course as our Languages were different.. The Man seemed to smile slightly as his daughter handed him a slim slice of the Orange. Nodding down at the other two oranges a waited for the mans permission.. With what seemed to be a slight sigh the man nodded at me and I tossed my remaining oranges over. I had seen his wife when she had chased after the mans daughter, And was surprised when a small boy came out to fetch the other two oranges.
It took me a near 30 minute talking through the children to the man, Explaining what had happened to my boat and how I wasn't looking for trouble. I explained where I was going and why to them. After this it didn't take long for them to ask to join me. The man was having trouble feeding his family and though he wouldn't say it we both knew his gun was out of shells. Slowly we transfered my supplies to his boat, It wasn't much of course so it took very little time. It actually took longer to make old Deeks to get off his arse and get on the other boat. Jericho though wary of the man fell in love with the two children. We shoved the wreck of what used to be a houseboat away from the mans. Still unspoken of course but with quiet understanding both he and I would be staring out the back of his boat the rest of the night. Hoping the dawn would truly bring a new day and a new trust in humanity.

ATS Transponder: Greetings! Glad to finally get an idea of what's going on. Looks like we haven't had any zombies yet (Thank goodness). We are pretty remote as it is. Several in the town have bugged out (days ago). There's around 100 or more staying put. We have access to the local grocery store, but without power, things are dieing. We have made several 'in the ground' coolers and are storing all the meat and perishables we can. There's plenty of running water coming off streams out of the mountains, and most everyone around here has access to a well. We only have a small supply of iodine tablets left. We are about 45 minute (drive) from a larger city where we may be able to get more provisions. No one has ventured that way yet. Hoping to hear more before we send someone into the great unknown.

Let anyone know- as of now, we have space. Bring what you can, but if all you have is yourself, that's good too. Going back up to Lookout Mountain so I can get a headstart on the zombies if they make it this way. Over.

ATS Responder: Each crew carred en route

5 days MREs w/ Water Packs
1 Bow w/ Quiver of 24 Arrows with Broad heads
1 Baretta Storm PX4 9mm (12 clips loaded)
1 Baretta Storm CX4 9mm
5 Boxes of 9mm
25 gallons of fuel on top of vehicle tanks
Knife
Machette
250 Rope
250 ft para cord
1st Aid kits
Maps
Compass
Radio
CB Radio
Cell phone (while they worked)

Sound in the wire... over report back shortly (aka boss is coming)

Listening to the various reports over the radio he restrained from sending out glad tidings. These new people with him barely spoke any English and after last nights chance meeting we were all still a little on the edge. On the bright side we had made it to the other side of the lake via paddle and limited motor use. Seray was the fathers name, and the little girls name was Caia. The mother was named Thea and the boy was Noi or Noa as I started calling him. They named themselves Phaung first but I will assume that is there last Name. Several vehicles presented themselves to us. And old cargo van seemed to be our best bet. I had been watching the beach with my binoculars while Thea seemed intent on rubbing down my Rifle with oil. I had thought I would have to wait but the Phaung's seemed well able to clean my weapon. And Despite my misgivings about handing over my rifle, I knew it wouldn't promote much trust if I kept it by my side.
The Van of course wouldn't start without keys,luckily I was able to hot wire it. Thank goodness for a misspent youth. After starting it and listening for a few minute he shut it off and helped the Phaung family load their gear. They were suprisinly well stocked though short on food and shells. It only took us an additional hour of puncturing gas tanks and looting to come up with a few spare blankets and 4 extra gallons of gas. I also took the time to collect a few Batteries from the assorted and abandoned Vehicles.With the kids strapped in and Thea quietly chatting with them Seray took shotgun position as I shifted the Van into Gear. With only a small yelp from Jericho as a small box toppled onto his tail We were on our way to a better tomorrow.
At the the rate we going and with no road blockage we would make Lodgepole within another 2 hours via vehicle. Then Wuksachi about 10 minute later, All of this was dependent of course if we could make it through Three Rivers without incident. Normally I would loot my way through small towns, Didn't feel right this time with the family with me. But I would return later just to make sure we had the supplies we would need. With summer just around the corner we would have allot of work to get done before winter hit.

ATS Transponder: Everythings Looking up on the West Coast. Found some survivors and a Van we are about 3 hours away from What will be our new home. Hope everyone Has been as Lucky as me or at least ten times more prepared. Colorado Been looking at my maps and if within the next few weeks we get no signs from anyone else on the West Coast we will be heading your way..5 people and 2 dogs doesn't exactly inspire a new beginning. Will know for sure in a few more weeks and about then need better directions. My map isn't topographical so major cities near you will give me a better ideal of what our journey might entail.. Over.

He smiles towards Seray and hands his Ruger to him. Driving and shooting prolly wouldn't turn out well and he trusted his new found family. Well at least enough to know they wouldn't kill me while he was driving up the steep roadways